Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm so sorry. I had a terrible pothole incident.
You wouldn't have been tired had you not been killing yourself all week.
...tons of pens, some number 2 pencils, three highlighters, an eraser...
They're written in iambic pentameter.
Outside, now.
Do you really think I can do this?
Have a seat.
You could bribe somebody on the AP Committee.
He ordered lots of things, probably didn't finish them.
Yeah. You wanna belabor the conversation?
That's not Rory.
Mom.
Okay, hold on. Let me check.
I have no idea what you two are talking about.
and might not be for her. I will now tell you the same thing.
- But she knew that. - Women think they can change men.
Decent effort by most. Good effort by some.
- He said my risotto was fine. - Isn't it?
You couldn't just run into a wall like other kids?
That is chocolate-covered death.
- You hit a deer? - No, I got hit by a deer.
- Except? - Except for 126, which is 12 lines.
Last week, there was this huge debate...
- It's good to have her back, huh? - Yeah.
Look at the large red circles around various parts of your papers... as friendly reminders that to err is human.
She doesn't have to be here.
That yours is better.
It's worse. It's like a G or a W.
Yeah. It's an adjustment, of course. But she's always wanted to go to Harvard.
right above gauchos but just below the Flashdance phase.
then forget about them.
Why?
And if your mother's listening...
And this rotting, stodgy rathole could use somebody like her.
- Okay. Richard III. - 1591.
I have the morels, which I know you don't want, so come on, let me have it.
For yelling at the headmaster the way you did.
- What does that matter? - I don't know.